Teddy Boy: Part 3

Part 2

Chapter 5

The wedding signified a real change in things, namely the start of Charlotte’s womanly education and the presence of Miss Ross. Nowadays, rather than continual carefree play, for several hours a day, they were all confined to the nursery whilst Charlotte had her lessons.

But these lessons were not like in any normal school. For starters, a lot of them focussed on new items of attire. Whereas previously, she had been allowed to run around with only her tights or stockings on, now Charlotte was made to wear high-heels at all times, starting with a pair of Mary Jane’s with 5cm heels, but getting progressively higher. Furthermore, for the lessons themselves, she was now forced to wear something called a monoglove which kept her arms pinioned behind her, palm-to-palm, elbow-to-elbow, in a single leather sleeve behind her back, “out of harm’s way” as Miss Ross put it. Charlotte hated it. She threw tantrums and screamed and cried, but Miss Ross merely added a gag until she subsided.

“Most women expect their wives to be bound in this way as it is elegant and reduces temptation,” the governess explained patiently for what seemed to Bernie like the four hundredth time. Afterwards though, Charlotte still complained. When the governess was gone and she was sitting in the room with the teddies, she would lament to them, “Oh, it’s so unfair! Why should I have to live like this, my feet and arms aching and hurting and useless in this infernal sleeve! No one has suffered like I have, no one!” The irony of saying this to two people who had had all four limbs amputated was entirely lost on Charlotte Harrison; however, after all, she did not see them as people in the first place. Nonetheless, Bernie uttered a heartfelt, “Don’t feel sad!” and Bambi added, “Please smile for me!” which cheered her up a little and made her nuzzle their faces with her own.

The education was not all about restriction, however. Instead, the teddies were used to demonstrate wifely behaviour to Charlotte. The girl-woman was made to watch them kissing one another, and then to practise her own skills on both teddies in turn, something that Bernie did not mind at all, causing him to exclaim “That feels good!” repeatedly. That, however, was only the prelude.

About a fortnight or so after their wedding, Miss Ross said to Charlotte, “Now Miss Harrison, do you know what it is that husband’s and wives do together when they are in bed together?”

“This kiss, of course, like we have been practising!”

“Indeed they do, but that is not all. As well as kissing, they also do something else. All men have something down below like a sausage and all women have a slit like you do. What husbands and wives do is this: the men put their sausage into the woman’s slit.”

“Eugh! That is horrible!”

“It sounds it, doesn’t it, but in fact most of them really enjoy doing it. They enjoy it so much that they sometimes want to do it all the time. Your husband will want you to do it and so it is something that you must learn, and our friends Bernie and Bambi are here to help us. Now, they are married, they too should be doing the sausage and slit thing which we call sex, so shall we help them?”

At these words, Bernie’s ears picked up. “Surely not?!” He looked at Bambi who appeared as surprised as he was.

But then Miss Ross gave Charlotte a little golden key. His mistress inserted it in the golden padlock and turned. The lock slid open and she unzipped his crotch. His member sprung up, rigid and aching.

“Is that the sausage? How funny it looks!”

“Stroke it, Charlotte, feel it!”

“That feels good!” said Bernie chirpily.

And with those words, the gorgeous girl-woman started stroking his cock, giggling all the while. “It’s so warm and hard!” she tittered.

“And so it is, but it needs to go somewhere other than your hand. Unlock and unzip Bambi now.”

And before Bernie knew what was happened, Bambi’s crotch flap was open, and her moist and expectant slit was waiting for him. Chrissie Bailey’s moist and expectant slit; he was about to fuck the most eligible girl in school… who was also his wife… and a teddy bear. It was fucked up, it was weird, but it was… heavenly. His mistress grabbed Bambi and slowly manoeuvred her onto Bernie’s waiting spear. Bernie felt his member engulfed in the warm, fleshy cavern whilst their lips met, and they dissolved into a passionate embrace, Bambi squealing “That feels good!” and “You’re good at this!” repeatedly whilst Bernie rhythmically moved his tool inside her, as he squeaked, “I love you!”

Those brief minutes that followed, far too brief, were the most incredible in Bernie Bear’s life, and when he exploded deep within the teddy bear he loved, he truly felt complete, immersed in blissful happiness.

For the first time since his teddification, he felt glad to be alive.

“Is that it?” asked Charlotte confused and a tad disappointed.

It was it, but there was more. Charlotte could not have sex herself because of the plastic chastity belt that she must wear until her husband unlocked it on their wedding night, but she could do a lot more and she had two teddies to teach her to do it. After witnessing them copulate, Miss Ross gave Charlotte a strap-on faux cock and had her practise on Bambi whilst Bernie watched. His poor mind was all over the place; the juxtaposition of such a childlike person in a childish room committing such an adult act on his… wife, well, it was… mind-bending.

With Charlotte’s sixteenth birthday, came more changes. Her heels were now a full 10cm high and were now white boots rather than shoes as her ankles needed the extra support. Furthermore, a new item was added to her wardrobe, called a cincher which went around her waist and made it smaller. With these changes in dress came oral sex and, after watching Bambi perform on her husband, Charlotte was then made to have a go. Bernie could not believe his luck as this gorgeous sixteen-year-old knelt down in front of him and sucked and licked him to completion before he erupted, firstly all over her face and then down her throat (and Miss Ross made her swallow the seed and thank him for it). She also provided hand jobs (which Charlotte enjoyed since it meant time out of the monoglove) and then, after six months and more of perfecting her oral and manual skills (on both bears), came the next level.

One day in the lesson, Miss Ross propped both teddies up in front of her charge and asked her if she had noticed any difference in their appearances. Charlotte shook her head and so she asked her to look harder and then the girl-woman clicked and exclaimed, “Are Bambi Bear’s titties bigger than they used to be?”

“Indeed they are, but what about Bernie Bear?”

“His tummy looks rounder,” Charlotte giggled.

“Well done, and so it is. Bambi and Bernie are like real human beings in that way. Women should have large round titties because it pleases their husbands, whilst men should have large round tummies because it shows they are clever and handsome.”

“But I think they look better with smaller tummies!” protested Charlotte.

“Well then you are thinking wrong,” replied Miss Ross. “You should want a man with a large round tummy that you can rest your head against at night, and I am sure that your daddy will find you one who is delightfully fat and flabby. But that is only half of it; you need big titties and the ones that you have at the moment are only tiny girly titties.”

“How can I keep my husband happy then?”

“Oh, don’t you worry; a nice kind doctor will make your titties big and round just like your mummy’s. However, what I want you to do is feel Bambi’s and then we’ll play a little game with Bernie’s sausage.”

To be honest, Bernie had felt his suit getting tighter over the months (and he suspected that on more than one occasion, it had been swapped for a larger one when he was being cleaned), and it was hardly surprising that he was putting on weight since essentially, he and Bambi could not do any exercise to burn fat off with their new, truncated forms. And he had definitely noticed her larger tits, which he had suspected were as much due to some sort of implantation as to the build-up of fatty tissue. Now he realised that their new body shapes were entirely intended; as with everything else in their lives, it was all to further Charlotte’s education. Obviously, the man that her father had chosen for her was obese, so her male teddy had to be chubby too.

Not that he minded when he found out what the “little game” was. It involved unlocking his crotch, taking out his member and Charlotte bringing him to fulfilment by placing it between his teddy wife’s furry tits and rubbing them up and down until he exploded all over Bambi’s surprised face. “That tastes yummy!” she exclaimed, as the governess and her pupil clapped with joy.

“Will I be expected to have by husband rub his sausage between my titties one day?” asked the innocent young lady when they had calmed down.

“You most certainly will,” replied Miss Ross firmly.

And nor too was that the final stage of Charlotte’s sexual education. One day Bambi was upended, her bottom plug removed, and her husband’s cock freed from its prison. “Some husbands like to use this hole as well, which is why you must be trained here too, Charlotte,” the governess explained, before smothering Bernie’s excited tool in oil and slowly manoeuvring it into his wife’s tight bottom hole. This experience excited the blue teddy bear as much as all the others and he was soon shooting his load deep into Bambi’s bowels as he squeaked, “That feels good! You’re my favourite girl!”

Nor too were the only ones he was ejaculating into. After the initial demonstration, a small pearl bottom plug became part of Charlotte’s daily attire and, after a few weeks, Bernie found his mistress on all fours before him, whilst the governess slowly fed his cock into her waiting asshole. The feeling of tightness and of power over the very person who dominated his life, coupled with the fact that, for the first time in his life he was having genuine penetrative sex with a “real” girl (and a pretty one at that) caused him to explode within her after only a few thrusts, whilst she groaned in a mixture of pain, humiliation and ecstasy.

Their lives were transformed. On her seventeenth birthday, Charlotte was presented with a love ball which, that evening, was inserted into her forbidden vagina (whilst she was restrained, the chastity belt being reapplied straight afterwards). This kept her constantly aroused and frustrated and so, even when the lessons had finished, the passion play continued. Nor too was it the only change for poor Charlotte, for the high-heeled boots she now had to wear were so extreme that they reached to her thighs and incorporated heels that forced her to stand on her tippy-toes like a ballet-dancer, making walking tiring and unsteady. These days, Charlie would come into the bedroom even whilst his big sister was there and just carry the bears off, and, trammelled as she was, she was helpless to do anything about it except scream or cry.

Charlie’s games though, whilst childish, did afford some diversion. Rather than just hiding the bears, these days he would act out role plays with them. He would put a policeman’s, or fireman’s helmet on Bernie and pretend that the bear was one of the emergency services, or make him a soldier or mediaeval knight. For Bambi though, the role was always the same: a helpless maiden who needed to be rescued and protected by a man. Pretty soon, Bernie realised that the boys in this hateful elite were being brainwashed just as much as the girls, but he didn’t really mind so long as he got to rescue his beloved Bambi and give her a passionate kiss on the lips at the end.

When Bella came round, although both girls were almost permanently strapped into armbinders, the two tortured teens spent all their time kissing or rubbing against one another or the teddies, whilst at night Bernie found his mistress rubbing away at his imprisoned cock, or passionately kissing him, or ordering him to suck on her nipples whilst Bambi used her tongue on her bottom hole. Although still stuck in a child’s world, everything had suddenly become very adult.

And six months later, things got ratcheted up even further, for the guest of honour that day was none other than Mr. Jon Parker, her fiancé. The teddies did not meet him, of course, since they were left in the bedroom, but they heard all about him afterwards; how he was thirty-five years old and rather portly, and how the wedding was scheduled for only six months hence.

Although they never met Jon, his arrival onto the scene did have another, most unexpected impact on the days when he came round. Then, they would be removed from the bedroom (in case the young lovers wanted to retire there to let Charlotte practise her newly-learned oral skills), and they would find themselves carried to an even grander bedroom where two people were waiting for them. The first was the man whom Bernie hated more than any other, Charlotte’s father, the architect of all their distress. He would be accompanied though, by a young and very attractive lady wearing only panties and with her arms laced up in a monoglove. Her name, they learned, was Bosom, and she was another victim of the N-TES scheme, her “national service” being to serve as Mrs. Harrison’s official companion, a role that, for some reason, involved her having her breasts augmented to the size of basketballs and spending most of her days almost naked and restrained in the bed of Mr. Harrison.

And whilst the head of the household was unzipping Bambi’s crotch and having his wicked way with her, Pillows was kindly allowed to have her monoglove removed and could retire to a sitting room where she would sit Bernie on her lap, his head nestled in those magnificent breasts, and tell him all her woes.

She knew a lot more about N-TES because her master, one of the architects of the system, regularly boasted to her in bed about his power and the genius of it all. For starters, the lottery was not random; instead only the prettiest girls were chosen, and there were many more roles than mere teddy bears and companions to the mistress. She told him of a house that she’d been to full of living bunnies and puppies, and another with truncated girls serving as pillows for the men that owned them.

She also spoke at length about the lot of the women in these twisted group of billionaires who controlled the governments and the economy. How their husbands married them for life and augmented them with surgery into hideous dolls, parodies of female sexuality with enormous breasts and bottoms, or puffed-up lips. Even with this though, most bored of their wives after they’d hit thirty-five, as had been the case with Mr. Harrison. Mrs. Harrison still lived in the house of course and was still afforded all the honour and status of a wife, but she never shared his bed, which was now reserved for Bosom. For the first time since his arrival in this world, Bernie Bear shuddered when he thought of the future ahead for his mistress who, despite her annoying childishness, was a sweet soul who deserved better.

And as he did, his hatred magnified for the father who would sell his daughter into such a fate; the same man who had ruined his life and who was, at that very moment, raping his beloved wife.

And as he nestled his head in those marvellous breasts of Bosom, a new thought crossed his mind, a huge cloud hanging over the minds of both teddy bears, namely, what was to happen to them after Charlotte’s marriage? Miss Ross had already made it clear that teddies cannot live with their mistress after her marriage, and they had heard rumours from Bosom and some of the maids about brothels where teddies are used by countless strangers, or unlicensed establishments where deviants could practice their torture fantasies on the defenceless toys. Was that to be their fate? And more importantly, would they endure it together or separated? On the days when Charlotte was downstairs being trained by Miss Ross to walk around the garden in her new ballet boots, the two teddies would sit and stare at one another and pray silently that, if nothing else, they could stay together, and Bernie would see the tears well in his wife’s eyes and rage at his impotence at being unable to wipe them away.

Chapter 6

The bedroom is dark, and he lies there. Unable to sleep, he has recounted in his mind the entire story from when he was called with Chrissie Bailey to the headmistress’s office, to their mistress’s wedding day when, after she had visited the plastic surgeon for her breast and lip augmentations, she was laced down into a stunning white gown and led up the aisle by her father to the waiting Jon Parker.

Well, he had recalled most of the story. What he had not recalled though, was that moment the following day when, much to his surprise, he and Bambi were taken from the bedroom after sleeping without their mistress for the first time, into the parlour where Mr. and Mrs. Parker were standing waiting for them.

His mistress was a woman transformed, and Bernie gasped when he saw her. Gone were the prissy and frilly frocks of her girlhood, and in their place stood a woman, teetering on ballet heels, holding her husband for support, who seemed to have been poured into the gown that she now wore. Made of a shiny pink material and incorporating a tight monoglove, it picked out every curve of her body until it ended at the top of her thighs. Most shocking though, were the two white-lined cut-outs, the first over her breasts displaying her new impressive cleavage, and the second, lewdly revealing her butt, the heart framing its crack which was not covered by any panties. Gone was the girl; this was an announcement to the world that Charlotte was now all woman.

“Aha,” said Jon, who did look his thirty-five years and more and whose girth dwarfed his bride despite her new breasts, “so these are the two wonderful teddy bears that you’ve told me all about.”

“Yes darling, these are my two best friends in the world from before marriage. I’ll be so sad to see them go, but you are right, it is the only possible way.”

“Indeed,” said Parker, who had by this time picked Bambi up and was busy squeezing her plush bottom and breasts, “although if it were not so improper, I wouldn’t mind having this little lady lying about my bedroom!”

“Oh Jon, you are so funny!” Charlotte giggled.

“But no, you are right, they must go,” said her husband, as he kissed Bambi on the lips. “Which is why my dear teddy bears, my wife in her boundless generosity has decided to donate you both to the National Teddy Bear Rehabilitation Society, a charity dedicated to, well, I’m not sure what, something to do with teddies anyway.”

“Oh darling, I told you, they help poor lost and lonely teddy bears. Some kind people called activists I think set it up to rehabilitate teddy bears and I thought my poor Bambi and Bernie would be so sad and lonely without me that this would be the next best thing.”

And so they kissed goodbye (well, she kissed Bambi, her husband told her that kissing Bernie would now be improper so she nuzzled his face in her breast cut-out instead) and Bernie ended up here, in this dark bedroom in this comfy bed. Charlotte, he is told, gives a generous donation every month for their well-being and the women that run it – a mixture of middle-class do-gooders and student leftists who find the whole N-TES scheme and teddification process morally abhorrent, try as best they can to make them somewhat human again. For the first time in years, he and Bambi were stripped of their teddy skins and allowed to use their old names. Of course, their limbs were still missing, but Bernie – or Nick – has heard tell of a process being developed whereby new limbs can be grown in labs using their DNA and then attached to their bodies, so there is a glimmer of hope in that department and both of them are down to have this surgery done the moment the process is perfected.

Their silence is still a factor of course. Despite the best efforts of scientists, no procedure has yet been developed to fully restore vocal chords, but what the charity has managed to do is develop a system whereby the bear’s ten responses (one per finger nerve) have been transformed into thousands of sentences, through being able to reconfigure the system to recognise the twitching of two or more fingers at once. So now, by twitching both pinkies, Bernie can articulate the verb ‘to have’ and by adding his left index finger, he can make it past tense. Most of their days are spent in class along with the other former bears, learning the thousands of combinations, but now, after only a couple of months, he can have conversations with his beloved wife which is worth more than the whole world.

His wife who, in his eyes, is more beautiful today than ever, even when she wore her school uniform and was called Miss Chrissie Bailey. With a healthier (and tastier) diet than in the Harrison house and regular muscle exercise using electric shock pads, she, like he, is now slim and toned, and her long hair is growing back to its former glory whilst her enlarged breasts (due, they have discovered to injections administered whilst Bambi was out cold for her monthly cleaning) are still as glorious as they were during their teddy bear days.

And so he gives thanks. He gives thanks to the good people at the National Teddy Bear Rehabilitation Society and he gives thanks to his old mistress for donating him to the charity. He even gives thanks to the N-TES because, strange though it might seem, had it not been for that perverse scheme, he may never have ended up in this bed next to the sleeping form of the woman he loves most in this world, the girl who was out of his league at school and yet who now, he is proud to call his wife.

Life in the charity is not bad. There are volunteers who help them with everything from toileting to moving about, and every day there are lectures and classes to attend, whilst in their spare time, they sit and chat with the other former teddies. Their best friends are Sally and Mike, once known as Bella’s Beatrice and Basil.

They cannot leave their past entirely behind them though, for once a month, in accordance with the instructions of the donors who fund everything, all former bears dress in their teddy suits for a special open day when their former mistresses are allowed to come and visit with their husbands (an experience that Nick always enjoys, since most are extremely sexy; indeed Bella has blossomed just as much as Charlotte did after her wedding and seeing the blonde girl who once owned their best friends always gives him a hard-on). Sadly though, Nick and Chrissie never receive visits or even mail, for Jon Parker (according to Bella) keeps his new wife on a very tight leash (literally), and always in a gag and a monoglove, so communication with anyone is quite out of the question. Indeed, on occasions, Nick muses that, should the limb regrowth technique ever be perfected, and they regain their full humanity, it would almost be like a role reversal with their former mistress. Still, at least she has been well trained for it.

Seeing his beautiful wife’s breasts rise and fall, Nick wriggles closer to her and rubs his erect member up and down her bottom crack. Sensing his movements, she stirs in her sleep, turns to him, and smiles and in the dark night they kiss, dreaming of the day when they may be able to hold one another as well.

23/05/20

Teddy Boy: Part 2

Part 1

Chapter 3

When the large cardboard box was opened, Nick found himself staring through the two pinholes at a huge room, opulently furnished, filled with people. The one who had opened the box in which he had been placed only a hour or so earlier, was a girl of about his age dressed in a ridiculously frilly white dress. He recognised her from the photo. It was his first glimpse in real life of his owner, Charlotte Harrison. She clapped her gloved hands eagerly like a small child and said, “This is the boy teddy! Thank you daddy!” She then went out of sight to Nick’s left and opened the second box, presumably to reveal Chrissie. She clapped her hands in glee again and squealed thank you to her father again. As she was doing this, Nick surveyed the crowd. He loathed them all, the privileged elite who had ruined his life, butchered him, torn him away from his family because they could. He longed to spit at them, bite them, but remembered the cock torture and the horrific sight of Chrissie’s near asphyxiation. No, it was hopeless, entirely hopeless.

All of them were expensively dressed, but the women were unreal. Whilst the men wore hand-tailored suits, the females were all clad in unbelievable gowns. What was most striking however, was that there was a clear difference between the girls and the women. The girls, like his new owner, were all frills and furlebows, innocence personified. The women though, were something else, with enormous, obviously enhanced breasts, many with pneumatic lips. A few wore tight corsets and most long gowns that clung to their unreal figures, although some opted for wide crinoline dresses of satin that had echoes of the Victorian era. It was a clear display of wealth and femininity.

“Now now darling,” said one of the suited men, “you know full well that it is customary for a father to give his daughter living teddy bears on her special fifteenth birthday, but now that you’ve received them, you must name them.”

Nick realised that this man was the cause of all his sorrow, and he hated him.

Charlotte pointed at Nick and said, “I’m going to call him…”

“Wait a moment, darling! You can’t name them until you’ve seen their faces, so why not take off the masks and name them then?”

The room laughed and Charlotte giggled in response, putting her silken gloved hand to her mouth. Then she walked over to Chrissie, unclicked the mask and squealed, “Bambi! I’m naming her Bambi Bear!”

The room clapped and Charlotte walked over to Nick. She unclicked his mask and light streamed in. Nick breathed in the clean air with thanks and then looked at his new owner.

He looked at her and she looked at him. Then she smiled and squealed, “Bernie! It’s Bernie Bear!”

The room clapped again and Nick… no, Bernie Bear, gulped as he took in the very erasure of his identity.

During the party, Bernie and Bambi were seated on special chairs on a podium at one end of the room. At first Charlotte and her friends – all aged around fourteen and all wearing ridiculous frilly outfits – came over and looked at them.

“He is such a cutie!” squeaked one girl in a dress with printed pink flowers on it and an enormous white bow in her blonde hair. “May I give him a kiss?”

“Of course!” squealed Charlotte. Bernie smiled and his member hardened beneath his suit. This girl, although ridiculous and prissy was really hot. When her soft lips touched his and he could smell her perfume, he felt ready to explode.

“Oh, he is lovely. Mind you, so is my living boy bear that papa bought me. I’ve called him Basil and my girl living bear is Beatrice. She’s a real cutie too, but yours is exquisite.”

“Would you like to kiss her as well?”

“I’d love to! Thanks Charlie!”

Bernie enjoyed the kisses, but all too soon, like a group of young children, these girls lost interest in the living bears and drifted away to the party where they danced and ate dainty sandwiches and cakes whilst the two bears could only watch passively from a distance. Regularly, Bernie turned his head towards Bambi. She looked sad and he longed to be able to comfort her, but silenced and helpless as he was, what could he do? She turned towards him and he winked at her and stuck his tongue out. This made her grin which made him as warm and fuzzy inside as he was on the outside.

When the party finished, they were carried by smartly-attired maids to their new home: Charlotte’s bedroom. It was a large room decorated in the style of a five-year-old, with soft toys everywhere and pink walls. In the centre was a large bed with heart-shaped cushions on it. Wordlessly, the maid unrolled two plastic mats and placed the teddy bear on them. Then she opened the flap at Bernie’s crotch and simply said, “Time to pee, bear.” To be honest, Bernie was desperate to pee, but it was embarrassing having this young woman – who was not unattractive – ordering him to so. Indeed, his cock had hardened the moment it was free of the constraining pouch incorporated into the suit and so it stood proudly, aimed at her face.

“Like what you see, do you? Well, I ain’t got time for it, bear. Just pee, ok, otherwise you get zipped back up!”

And so Bernie had to tinkle, with great embarrassment whilst both the maid and the girl he’d fancied at school, watched on.

But if that embarrassed him somewhat, it was nothing to compare with what came next. Both bears were flipped over onto their fronts and their bottom flaps opened. Then the maid got out a strange contraption with hoses attached to it. Approaching Bambi, she lubricated a nozzle on the end of one of the hoses and then slowly inserted it into her bottom. Realising what was coming next, Bernie started to fidget, but the maid calmly held his truncated furry form down with her arms and inserted another nozzle into Bernie’s arse. It was painful and shame making, but there was nothing he could do. Then water was pumped into them both until their furry stomachs distended so that they looked pregnant. The maid then left, leaving them writing and bloated, but entirely helpless. Some minutes later she returned and flipped a switch, sucking the water out. The process was then repeated before, deciding they were now clean inside, the maid then removed the hoses and inserted small perfumed plugs into their nether holes, before zipping the flaps up again and securing them with small golden padlocks.

She then picked up a bowl of mush and started to spoon-feed Bambi and, when it was all done and washed down with a glass of water, she did the same to Bernie.

She wiped their mouths and then said sternly, “Next feeding and toilet is at nine tomorrow morning after the mistress has left. Any accidents and the mask stays on for a full week with the eyeholes covered up. Work with me, bears, and we’ll get along well; fuck about and I can become your worst nightmare. Goodnight and sleep tight.”

And then she left, switching the bedroom light off, leaving them alone and in the dark.

Charlotte came some time later, accompanied by another pretty maid. She helped her mistress divest herself of her ridiculous dress, and then took her into the en suite bathroom to shower and clean her teeth. Bernie’s mind was almost in overdrive as this sensuous girl stripped naked before him, her pert breasts standing proud and her budding curves bared for him to see. Well, she was almost naked. Around her intimate area was what looked like a white plastic thong with a grill at the front. Sadly, this was not removed.

When she returned from the bathroom, the maid brought out a frilly baby doll nightgown in white satin. She put this on and tied the large bow at the collar, and then fitted padded silken mittens on her charge before tucking Charlotte into bed.

“Collette! May I have my new teddies in bed with me?” she asked.

“Of course,” said the maid, and she picked both Bambi and Bernie up, one under each arm and carried them over. She then tucked them in, one either side of the teenage girl. Again, Bernie was in overdrive; basically he was in bed with a gorgeous girl and the hottest chick in school who had been transformed into a living teddy bear, something which, inexplicably, excited him further. But alas, his member was locked away, impotent and useless. It was too much!

Charlotte cuddled up to him and kissed him on the lips. He felt her warmth and smelt her perfume. It was intoxicating. “I hope that you’re going to be a good teddy for me Bernie,” she started, like a child talking to a toy (which, she was). “I’ve been so excited about receiving my living bears, you can’t believe it and although Rupert and Camilla will be sad – I’m sorry my darlings, but I still love you! – daddy says that they must not sleep in my bed anymore and instead I must cuddle up to you two. Yes, you as well, Bambi, sorry for turning my back on you, but I so wanted to kiss Bernie, I don’t know why, I just did because I’m so happy I suppose! Anyway, I’ll put one arm around you and the other arm around Bernie and we’ll just drift off to dreamland…”

Which she did, but they didn’t drift off to dreamland straight away, because Charlotte kept on talking like an over-excited five-year-old. She told them all about her other toys, about her friends in the party, about her mummy and daddy and about the dreams she has, her favourite foods and a million and one other things. Strangely though, Bernie didn’t mind; in fact he even enjoyed it. Although unable to respond, having this cute girl hold him and talk to him made him forget his predicament and the fact that his entire life had been ruined in order for some over-privileged adolescent to have a toy to play with. Her words washed over him and he felt himself conflicted. He had been preparing himself to hate his new mistress and yet, hearing her speak like a six-year-old, so innocent and naïve, he began to realise that, perversely, she was almost as much of a victim of the whole fucked-up system as he and Bambi were. Kept stupid, reduced to a prissy little doll whose only purpose in life was to play with her toys before her father married her off to a man of his choosing; how could one do anything but feel sorry for such a girl. He wanted to hate, to feel anger, yet he couldn’t and instead wriggled closer to her for warmth and protection.

And when she finally did exhaust herself and drift off to sleep, he nuzzled his face against her left breast and slowly descended into sleep himself.

Chapter 4

Life as a teddy bear in the bedroom of Charlotte Harrison took on a very particular routine. Every morning he would awaken in his mistress’s bed, usually with her arm around him. She would greet both him and Bambi good morning and then go off to get showered, leaving them lying there. Sometime later the maid would come, allow them to pee (Bernie was usually struggling to hold it in by this stage) and then administer their enemas, before popping their bottom plugs back in and feeding them their breakfast mush again. And then they waited. How this was accomplished depended largely on the maid and her mood, but also on their behaviour.

If she’d deemed them to have been churlish or ill-behaved, she might put the hateful masks on and, if really pissed off, cover the eye holes up inside with tape so they were both left sitting in a black void. If only mildly annoyed, she would put them up on the shelf. This was annoying because the shelf consisted of several compartments and, when in one, you could not see the person – well, teddy bear – in the adjacent compartment and so the loneliness set in. if in a good mood, she might set them on chairs looking at one another and, if in a really good mood, she would position them together facing one another so they could rub faces and kiss.

Best of all though, were the days when she forgot to switch off their speech mode. Charlotte, always liked to have her bears talking to her when they were together, so every morning, as soon as she woke up, she would flick their switches (having speech mode on a night was forbidden by her father) and they would chirpily greet her “Good morning!” in their teddy voices. They would then often have a short conversation – usually them complimenting her on how she looked in the chosen outfit of the day, before they were left alone when she went out. Usually, the maid remembered to switch them off again, but sometimes she forgot and so the two of them stayed silent until she had left the room.

The first time that it happened, is still etched in Bernie’s mind. It was one of those horrible days when they had been placed on the shelf and so he had nothing to do but stare forwards at a room full of toys until Charlotte returned when, out of the blue, a squeaky voice to his left said, “Good morning!”

At first, he wondered who it was, but then it dawned on him that it was Bambi and that the maid had carelessly forgotten to switch their speech functions off.

He twitched one of his ghost fingers. “Good morning!” he replied.

There was a long pause. Then, “Thank you! That feels good!”

Even though the voice was squeaky and somewhat robotic, Bernie knew that it was Bambi – Chrissie Bailey! – who was talking to him and that made him feel warm inside. He twitched his ghost fingers: “Don’t feel sad! You’re my favourite girl!”

Another long pause and Bernie wondered if he’d gone too far. Then came the reply: “That feels good! You’re very special!”

“You’re very special!” he replied. He thought of going further but wondered if she might take it the wrong way, so, although his finger was itching to twitch, he never let it say the words.

Silence reigned. A beautiful silence pregnant with emotion.

It took several months though, for the bears to figure out how to put the maid in an excellent mood. Bernie discovered one morning when she announced out of the blue, “Well then, let’s see if you bears are as good as they say.” Then she lowered her underwear and thrust her crotch in Bambi’s face. As a woman, the bear who had once been Chrissie Bailey knew instinctively what to do and very soon the maid was groaning in ecstasy.

The following day Bernie had his turn.

After this the maid left them sitting facing one another with their speech function on. Bernie looked at Bambi and Bambi looked at Bernie. He smiled and she smiled back. Then she screwed up her nose and laughed silently, and he copied. She then blew the wisp of blonde hair that poked out of her teddy suit and he said, “You’re very pretty!”

She frowned at him as if to say ‘That was a bit forward!’

“Please smile for me!” he said.

She laughed. “You’re good at this!” she replied.

Now it was his turn to laugh. “You’re very special!” he said.

She looked at him without replying, her eyes full of love and affection. “You’re very special!” she replied.

“I wish you would kiss me!” he said.

She continued to stare at him and then started to rock to and fro on her teddy limbs. He did likewise and, once a little momentum had been gathered, they both fell forward into one another. Her face now pressed against his, she opened her mouth and they kissed passionately and meaningfully. This was not like the automaton love play with the maid; this was real. It meant something.

“That was yummy!” said Bambi when they had finished, and their cheeks pressed against one another.

“I love you!” Bernie replied.

The waiting around lasted until Charlotte decided that it was time to play with them. This was always a random occurrence, but if the day was sunny, she might decide to have a teddy bear’s picnic. Bernie enjoyed these most of all for they were carried outside by the maids, sat on a blanket and their mistress would feed them tasty titbits, a most welcome change from the bland mush they usually imbued. Furthermore, she liked it when Bernie sucked her fingers clean, an act that made his poor imprisoned rod strain against its fetters. “Thank you! You’re my favourite girl!” he always said to her, whilst Bambi would declare, “That tastes yummy!”

On other days, when the rain fell, Charlotte would retire to the bedroom and read them stories or play games. Despite developing physically into a woman, mentally, Charlotte was very much still a child and it was clear that this was what her father had intended in raising her the way that he had. Bernie loved sitting on his mistress’s lap, watching Bambi’s smiling face framed by her bear suit, as they were told stories of princesses and dragons, fairies, and unicorns.

Another distraction was her younger brother Charles. He would sneak into his big sisters’ bedroom when she wasn’t there and steal one of both of the teddies. As they were rather heavy for the nine-year-old to carry, he would grab one of them by the ear and drag it onto his cart which he would then pull into his room, before hiding them under his bed or in a cupboard. Charlotte always found them of course (although it could be hours later), and she always admonished her brother but he merely found this funny and continued with the game.

Best of all though, was when her friend Bella, the blonde girl from the party, came to visit. Like Charlotte, Bella was a woman living as a girl, always dressed in prissy outfits. She would arrive in her dress wearing a fur mantle, her hands in a fur muff. This, Bernie learnt from the girls’ conversations, actually restrained them so that she could not use them for “sinful purposes” outside of the house. The maids would remove this, and the two girls would play with the bears. Bella though, was more physical than Charlotte, always wanting to kiss both Bernie and Bambi, and to squeeze and stroke their nether regions. Bernie wondered why this was and, evidently, so did Charlotte, because one day she asked her friend why she liked kissing and stroking back bottoms and front bottoms so much.

“That is because I am older than you and more advanced in my education, silly,” the blonde girl replied. “You’ll be the same soon, I promise!”

Actually, Charlotte’s education was something that had been puzzling Bernie. After all, had not the Toybox Supervisor told them that that was why they had been transformed into bears, yet six months in and there was still no sign of any education at all. Then, one Monday, quite unannounced, a governess named Miss Ross, a stern Scotswoman, arrived. She called Catherine to the bedroom and then said, “And why do we not play a game today?”

“And what game is that?” their mistress asked innocently.

“Why not play husbands and wives. We could stage a marriage!”

“But who would I marry, Miss Ross?”

“Not you, Charlotte.” She gestured with her eyes to the two teddy bears.

“What? You mean Bernie and Bambi? Why, that’s marvellous?!” The girl-woman clapped her hands in glee and busied herself setting up the room as a church, with all her other soft toys as the congregation. As she did so, Miss Ross explained to her, “Teddy bears, like people, get very lonely and need someone to be together with them all the time. Women need a man to look after them and poor Bambi here is no different!”

“But what about me, Miss Ross?”

“Charlotte, you are not a man, and besides, what about when you are married yourself? Who will look after Bambi then?”

“She can continue to live with me, Bernie too.”

“That would not be appropriate, Charlotte. You’ll be a woman then, not a girl, having to think about your husband, not your teddies. No, let’s marry these two to each other now.”

“Excellent! Let’s do it!”

Bambi was dressed in a special teddy-bear sized white gown and they put a special teddy-sized suit on Bernie. He was then placed by the altar and then Bambi was carried down the aisle by Charlotte. However, when they got to the altar, there was a problem: who was to be the priest?

“No fear,” said Miss Ross, “I have a surprise!”

And out of her bag she pulled a teddy bear priest with a real human face. Bernie was shocked; this was the first living teddy bear, aside from Bambi, that he’d seen since his arrival. “This is Father Fluffy,” announced Miss Ross, “and he is a genuine certified teddy bear minister. Unlike most living bears, he can talk.”

And so a surreal ceremony ensued, in which Bernie found himself married to his school crush in a ceremony overseen by a priest in black and white plush named Father Fluffy.

“I now pronounce you man and wife!” the teddy bear said at the end. “You may kiss the bride!” And Miss Ross and Charlotte pushed the happy couple together and the two silent teddy bears shared a lengthy kiss as genuine and passion-filled as any in a normal human wedding.

Part 3